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Oct 2018
Did you hear
the groans of
rivers floating with
bodies torn asunder
by cannies of sharks

how thier cries
are faint & eerie
become moans
of children
dear to the heart
of the forest &
her wild

how their mothers
are forest trees
bent into brooms rode
by witches of whim

& how their bones
are on a quest for flesh
lean enough to cloak
their nakedness.
Emmanuel Odekunle
Written by
Emmanuel Odekunle
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